Everybody's dying, so we send them flowers.
After their funerals, we go out to dinner,
And then we try to forget about it.
We're all committing suicide,
And everybody points it out to us:
Is that a coffee you're drinking?
Is that a cigarette you're smoking? is that meat you're eating?
Is that air you're breathing? have you no self-respect?
No, but we're having fun, quick, before we drop dead.
We don't mind your great concern.
But please, send flowers instead